George Fratton is a linguist who loves to make other people smile in this Vale of Lunacy. As a boy, he never had a problem with authority. Sixty years on, he has now. He was born and 'bread' (Yes, 'bread', because his parents attempted to have him thrown in the dough mix at the local bakery and report him missing a week later, and a few days after that) in Portsmouth, UK, and Gosport across the harbour. He has lived in the Middle East for most of his working life because he studied Arabic at Durham University, whence he graduated in 1977. He has taught English, French and Arabic, and churns out stories about misunderstandings and punning. You always know when he is nearby because he exudes a waft of yeast on a hot day.
